But inevitably, after two successive collisions, the cavalry began to slow.
So when they charged into the dense ranks made up mostly of Ghouls, their impact was no longer as unstoppable as before.
Although the first few ranks of Ghouls were still smashed into bloody ruin and scattered, the cavalry's charge slowed as though they had plunged into a swamp, until at last they came to a halt.
The riders immediately threw away their broken lances, drew their greatswords and battle-axes, and hacked away fiercely. But without their momentum, they were no longer the unstoppable kings of land warfare.
The undead finally began to fight back.
The undead were not particularly bright-in fact, there were no brains in their heads at all-but whether zombies, skeletons, or Ghouls, they were all born to be excellent cannon fodder.
They might not have been especially strong, but they were savage, frenzied, and utterly fearless. They never retreated!
Among them were some larger, frenzied Ghouls that even wielded heavy weapons. They counterattacked without fear of death, determined to chop both riders and horses to pieces.
Even when a spear pierced them clean through, they still used their claws and fangs to drag riders from their saddles and tear chunks of flesh from their bodies.
Under this nearly insane assault, the cavalry found themselves being overwhelmed instead.
After all, against this attacking undead army, they amounted to only half a company.
Spears snapped, warhorses fell, and banners swayed. Fangs tore at shields, and blades split helmets. Even though Drake personally led several charges, he still could not reverse the cavalry's decline.
But the South Seas Coalition had more than cavalry.
At this critical moment, the South Seas Coalition's melee troops charged into the fray as well.
Leading the way were the Ogre troops commanded by